Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. —Rainer Maria Rilke

About Me

I am currently staying at home and taking care of my children (born 6/08 and 7/10). In my little free time, I teach and write liturgy. My work is currently available through the clayfire project (sparkhouse publishing, a division of Augsburg). I teach for Fuller Seminary online. I am also very interested in the spirituality of food and how faith impacts the choices people make around eating. I am writing articles and perhaps one day a book on this topic.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

It's the best time of the year for sharing your faith! Let's all remember to order our Jack Chick tracts to give out instead of candy. Kids don't need to rot their teeth anyway! They need a good dose of insane theology!

And while you're at Jack's site, be sure to read his Seven Simple Steps for witnessing to Cultists (helpfully defined as Mormons, Jehovah's Witnesses and Catholics).

4 comments:

Hmmmm... *ponders*Is it really the best to .. .. .. 'trap' people into religion? You offer a kind hand, not advertisement.. But, maybe it is your belief to spread it around as much as possible..? Interesting.. ('pologies if I comment on other things, I like seeing other people's views)

I remember when I was little my uncle used to have those 'chick tracts' around his house and I LOVED them... cause they were so gory and scary! I remember realizing when I was 13 what crap they were because the one on the end times said that the rapture was supposed to happen before 1988, and well, it was 1989 so either I had missed it (and everyone I loved had missed it) or the tracts were crap. I never saw my uncle give them to anyone, which is a good thing, because they were just terrifying... like little horror movies on paper.